Bøker av Jenny Proctor

He's Hollywood's biggest star. She wouldn't know him from the pizza delivery guy.I'm a wildlife biologist in a tiny mountain town, not some kind of law-breaking celebrity stalker. At least not on purpose.It was an accident when I wandered onto the property of one of Hollywood's hottest movie stars. Five minutes ago, I'd never even heard of Flint Hawthorne. I definitely didn't know he lives in Silver Creek.When I'm detained for trespassing, the last thing I expect is to trade my handcuffs for a designer gown. All I wanted was permission to conduct my research on a remote corner of his estate.Now I'm walking the red carpet of a Hollywood movie premiere as Flint's (very fake) girlfriend.At least, the relationship is supposed to be fake. But the way he slips his arm around me, his breath tickling my ear, the chemistry feels like something real.The trouble is, I'm not really built to handle his fast-paced celebrity life. Most days, I prefer the company of squirrels to people. I should be glad we're only pretending.I'm just not sure my heart got the memo.Perfect for fans of swoony romantic comedy, this series finale from bestseller Jenny Proctor hits all the right notes!Books in the How to Kiss a Hawthorne Brother series are connected but can be read in any order.

My requirements for a man are simple. Must love books. Must NOT love hockey.Which is why I will never be interested in my neighbor, the aloof and mysterious Felix Jamison, no matter how many books I see him hauling into his apartment. Unless he loses his pro hockey skates, I'm out.But then he shows up at my symphony concert.And I catch the sweet strains of Beethoven floating across the hall.Have I mentioned how incredible he looks in his game day suit?Still, my history with hockey is complicated. My older brother played, and let's just say he stole enough limelight to land a plane at midnight. I was forced to be a part of that world for so long, now that I have a choice, it's the last thing I want.But something tells me Felix is about to change my mind...Absolutely Not in Love is a closed-door hockey romcom with neighbor vibes between a bookish hockey goalie and a classical cellist, some forced proximity, and all the swoony chemistry!

How is it possible for the chemistry between two chefs to be hotter than a ghost pepper yet colder than liquid nitrogen?When THE Tatum Elliott shows up to run the catering kitchen at my family's farm and event center, I don't trust her anymore than I did back in culinary school.But like it or not, she's here. On my territory. My turf. In the kitchen that shares a building with my farm-to-table restaurant.And she can't seem to keep her hands off my parmesan.Our old rivalry flares to life faster than a flambé, but there's something else flaming between us too. And it's heating up quicker than anything we're making in the kitchen.But I can't forget that Tatum is the daughter of Christopher Elliott-America's most famous chef. She belongs in a big city, in a restaurant with her name on it. Not running the catering arm of Stonebrook Farm.Whatever her reasons for being here now, I can't see her permanently walking away from the fame and fortune her father can offer her, no matter how well she fits in on the farm-how well she fits with me.She'll leave eventually-I'm sure of it. I just have to make sure that when she does, she doesn't take my heart with her.It's enemies to lovers foodie edition in this fast-paced, banter-filled romcom from bestselling author, Jenny Proctor.

Perry Hawthorne is my boss. Only my boss. And I do NOT have a crush. When one of THE Hawthorne brothers-known by their chiseled jawlines and their family-run farm and event center-hires me to be his virtual assistant, I do everything I can to keep him firmly in the work zone.His grumpy demeanor helps.His smoking hot profile picture does not.But even if I do have a crush (a very tiny one), I can't catch real feelings for a million different reasons.Besides the whole business part of our relationship, I'm a single mom. I have to think about what's best for my son, Jack. And my grumpy, divorced, humorless boss isn't exactly giving me "ready to be a stepdad" vibes.When Perry upgrades me from virtual to in-person assistant, I wonder if I've gotten him all wrong. He's actually pretty great with Jack. And with me? Let's just say the chemistry crackling between us might vaporize all my reasons for keeping my distance.Trouble is, after his messy divorce, I'm not sure Perry's ready to bet on a new relationship. But it isn't just my heart that's on the line. It's Jack's, too. And after everything we went through before my husband died, I'm not sure that's a gamble I'm ready to take, no matter how desperate Jack is for a daddy.